How La Guitarra Was Born
Long ago, there was a vaquero
who rode alone on the plains
except for his horse,
and his herd of cattle.
Long ago, there was a vaquero
who rode alone on the plains
except for his horse,
and his herd of cattle.
Like Frida, there are two of me. But they don’t sit next to each other, hold hands, or watch the
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My brother, Albert, and I, Spent one Thursday of our Winter break, Plucking patches of grass From four beds of
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